Holding Hands On The El Poem by Joe Bisicchia
Holding Hands On The El
We run with the elevated. Feel the leather of forever, yet slippery as if we dream in quick disarray of rain, afraid to awaken again, our poems too soon melted and forgotten. But there is symmetry to life's rapid transit. Like a feather, so much drifts away, yet still sticks to the wet glimmering rail.
We do our best to hold on.
Published by Hobo Camp Review,2018
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